Yesterday was a big day for Dale. He took his right hand in fellowship. The Right Hand of Fellowship is a ritual intended to welcome a new member into the fellowship of a congregation or welcoming a new minister into the fellowship of ministers.  In Dale’s case, he was becoming a member.

Here’s where the tricky part comes in. HE FORGOT TO TELL ME. There are times when there is a clear struggle on which decisions of his are driven by William’s and which are driven by being a young male adult. But non the less, he calls me one hour before his service starts and says “Mom, I’m taking my right hand in fellowship today, I hope you can make it.”

Now in case you’re wondering, yes, we live in the same house. And yes, I told him to let me know when it was taking place because I would really like to be there, especially when he decided to join on the spot, a pivotal moment I missed, so there was no way I was going to miss the ceremony that made it official.

Long story short, I took a Lyft because I didn’t think I’d be able to find parking and I got to witness him enter a new chapter of his life. I couldn’t be more proud, but boy did we have a conversation when we got home about communication. Will it stick, no, but the more we have it, the better he will get at it. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll give me a two hour notice for his next big event…..LOL!!!